Blood in the Alcohol System
I strained my eyes open and the artificial light burst through, it felt like I was looking directly into the sun. After a few dazed attempts of lifting my head and focusing my eyes, I succeeded. I was sprawled across the same booth that I had talked to my attacker in, but how long had I been here? I tried to steady myself as I pushed up myself up but my arms were shaky and I was out of control. I squinted, trying to make out who was in the room with me, it looked like the same man from before, with his two animals stationed either side of him. It felt like my brain was throwing itself at the skull and I cried out in pain. It didn't feel as bad as this last time. I coughed, it was dry and made my throat feel hoarse and rough. The man stepped forward towards me, looking at me, staring at me even. Suddenly I felt a hand jerk my chin up and I continued to blink uncontrollably. He dropped my face, as though he was disgusted by it and I remained sitting down, swaying slightly.
"Don't worry Doctor Watson, this nasty effect will wear off in a couple of minutes. We just want you to have a really, really good night." That scottish voice sounded smug and powerful, I might so far as to say patronising. I would have argued, or even put up a fight but the drug was making me heavy and my brain was only just processing thoughts properly. He pushed the bottle of dissarono towards me, I could see the whites of his eyes gleaming underneath the lighting. I had two options: drink it or try my best to put up a fight and get my arse kicked or even worse, killed. I knew my choice almost instantly. I took the bottle (though it was more of a snatch) and glugged it down forcefully, necking nearly three quarters of the bottle. No chance of sobering up now.
"Wise choice." he laughed. He grabbed my shoulders, clutching at my clothing he dragged me up so I was standing up (though still swaying slightly, and blinking incessantly) and inches away from his face, which still seemed infuriatingly distorted. "Now listen to me. You're going to have the fun you wanted tonight, but there's no escaping us. You'll fight for our cause, because if it doesn't kill you, then we most certainly will... but we don't want that now do we?" He released one hand from my shoulder and shook my head for me, if I had been sober i'd have headbutted him. I could see his teeth shining as he smiled up at me evily. "We'll be in touch, Doctor Watson." He let go of me, smoothing my cardigan as I tried to gain my balance. He waved his hand and the bouncer I was familiar with opened the door back into the main body of the club and indicated with his head. I looked into the other room and saw the party-goers drinking and dancing. I huffed and puffed as I trunched off, into the other room, the conversation I had had with the man escaping my memory.
I wandered aimlessly into the middle of the dancefloor, where people were jiving and twisting to The Beatles Twist and Shout, which blasted through the room and pumped a bassline through the floor. I could feel the powerful rhythm building up in me and my foot began to tap. In what seemed like slow motion, my body slowly began to move, mimicking that of the neighbouring dancers and suddenly I was swinging and jiving like nobody could bloody stop me! I felt happy, extremely happy- as though nothing could go wrong. Then I bumped into someone.
"Iiii'm sshorry." I laughed. Then I realised who it was.
"You started drinking without me?" Sarah was stood there, smiling up at me and laughing at the state I was in. I smiled widely and grabbed her hands. I spun her around and we quickly began dancing like the others, but in a pair. I had no idea what we must've looked like but we had no care in the world, the music was infectious and I didn't want to stop dancing. Sarah left me after a couple more tracks of swing to get a few shots. She lead me over to the booth in the far corner and I slouched into the chair. She laughed at me. "H-how much h-have you h-had?" I noticed that she stammered a lot on the H's and this made me laugh like a madman. She had become tipsy after only two shots. I had taken them too, but in usual circumstances I was a relatively strongweight when it came to alcohol.
"I d-don't know, but i fink der is serioooous amount of blood in ma alcohol shystem." We both paused, thinking over what I had just said. We both laughed heartily. I felt so brilliant and it was the exact release I needed. I still felt a strange longing in my stomach though. I loved this, but I was missing something. Of course. Sherlock. I began smiling to myself and Sarah was becoming increasingly more drunk by the seems of things. I felt a buzz in my trouser pocket. I fumbled clumsily into it to get my phone and pulled it out, clutching it with both hands as an act of safety from my drunken clumsiness. It was already 10 o'clock. I must've been out cold for a really long time in the VIP lounge, but I pushed away the thought at the time, as though it wasn't important.
There were several messages waiting for me, which read:
"John, it's not safe for you to go out alone! Which bar are you at? I'm coming to get you!" That was from Lestrade, nearly two hours ago.
"John?" Another from Lestrade, not long after the first.
"We know where you are, now stay put. Me, Sherlock and Mycroft are on our way to get you!" That was half an hour ago.
It then struck me that they were going to get here soon, but the drunken and drugged John Watson found that to be the perfect drive to party more. Bit not good.